Compilation Review: ‘The Mix Collection – Tiefschwarz’ (Renaissance)

Renaissance-The-Mix-Collection-Tiefschwarz

★★★★☆

Hail to the latest Tiefschwarz weight loss program — you’re always bound to sweat off a few kilos in their deep house gym, though this is a straighter, narrower circuit compared to the sometime off-the-cuff kinks of say, Chocolate. Between their customary furrows through the night (Dischords) and teasers of beats lighter on their feet (Axel Boman’s “Cubic Mouth”), your schedule finds the sweeter scents of Eric Volta & Jonny Cruz and the almost inevitable appearance of Koze’s “Royal Asscher Cut,” amidst travels through synth pop provocations. Ewan Pearson acts on behalf of Bachar Mar-Khalife, and Michael Mayer plays hard nosed yet immaculately manicured. Knox’s offer of a lovingly weightless there-there, as Ali & Basti roll in blue grass, approves the mix’s unity under disco lights (or lack of them).

Though the burn you feel is not a trial by hot coals, Martinez & Carballo will sound better if you get your head down. Tiefschwarz’ “Voices” and Elon’s “Andres” test you as the mix’s mugginess starts to rise and drowsiness drifts in time with fluctuating blood sugar levels, and the gritted teeth of Kenny Leaven wants your all or nothing. Put work in and thou shalt be rewarded – those rewards being Dyed Soundorom’s immaculate swing jacker, Sonodab’s funky worm, and more synth turns through constellations. Tiefschwarz’ turning of the reps up and down gets you plenty of variation subtly locking together the transparent and translucent.

File under: Tale of Us, Mathew Jonson, Isolee

Album Review: Neosignal / ‘Raum und Zeit’ (Division)

Neosignal Raum und Zeit

★★★☆☆

Drum ‘n’ bass heads Phace & Misanthrop look to cash in on dubstep’s divergence by going all prog rock about it and putting the jump into jumpsuit. A very different kind of dubstep drama, stepping up to a theatrically flashbacked, keyboard-is-king plate, if bro-step was the gnarly, horns-making frat, Florian Harres and Michael Bräuninger have the keys to the school of performing arts next door with its own comic book kiosk.

Smoke machines blaring from the off, Neosignal take measure of ’80s Spandex, create blockbuster builds-up and board post-D&B guitar chugs before voyaging off into a galaxy you imagine is situated just past France. At times it’s an abnormal, audacious playing of kitsch epics against the rock-hard. Horsepower butting with unicorns, “Planet Online” and “Dernier Cri” get close to minimising the gap with electro chargers well set to occupy both sides of a fence that “Kein Signal” looks to blow to pieces. “Sequenz” and “1000 Volt” twist bass power boosts to interrupt playing at rock gods, “Temptation” is but one head-banger whipping a German glam metal mane, and “Kosmos” does in-flight electro entertainment, with the light show to match, for UFOs to descend to.

In a time when a pair of robot rockers has sent the music press spinning, Neosignal are getting high off their vapors. Live on stage it has the promise to be spectacular, the reviews sure to range from spectacular to WTF? That’s entertainment.

File under: Karl Bartos, Justice, Housse de Racket

Compilation Review: Tosca / ‘Tlapa – The Odeon Remixes’ (!K7)

Tlapa - The Odeon Remixes

★★★☆☆

When the original has been described as a work that puts its progenitors “in the maverick category,” upon being called up for the remix package, do you go like for like and play the rebels at their own game, try and straighten out the eccentricities to get them on your team, or just go about your own business to let them know who this project is really about?

Richard Dorfmeister and Rupert Huber are now seated for deep house and cosmic disco (“Meixner” again taking to the highway), measuring gilt-edged lushness and a look-ahead tightening of dancing shoes, all with a little loftiness carried over by an international cast. Dorfmeister’s own head to head with Madrid de Los Austrias means jazzy stepping out of bed comes with a little less stubble, taking a shine to a drifter donning top hat and tails, and there are even footnotes made within new supplements as Brendon Moeller betters himself as Beat Pharmacy to claim extra credit for “Bonjour,” with a dance floor study approaching odyssey status.

Whereas sombreness seemed to intrude on the source, there’s larger uplift second time around, without it being a facelift finishing in a manic grin. Though the AGF reformation of “Cavallo” displays a impatience that breaks up the original, “JayJay” in particular sounds more wide awake when taken care of first by Stefane Lefrancois, then with Makossa and Megablast rechanneling its pseudo-goth energy. In conclusion, all of the above.

File under: Rodney Hunter, Rainer Truby, Joyce Muniz

Album Review: Shigeto / ‘No Better Time Than Now’ (Ghostly International)

Shigeto No Better Time Than Now

★★★★☆

The souring of buttery instrumentals by Zach Saginaw crafts a trickle-down effect of warm beats hitting jagged rocks. Like settling down at the end of the day in an uncomfortable chair sent by the LA beat scene, Shigeto is just above melancholic but is never far away from disaffected, creating silver linings — just like the eponymous track 11 — with fractures in them.

The mixing of analogue plug-ins with methods using digital chopsticks, hardens adolescent innocence to cold facts. “Olivia” gets heads nodding while administering paper cuts to ears, and hip-hop burbles chunter under their breath (“Detroit Part 1”). Any positivity is always consumed mildly, a habitual sweetness in the air (“Ritual Howl”) handled with concern. Where one or two beats refuse to let on, sometimes you wish Shigeto would come out and be less emotionally indistinct. “Perfect Crime” noodles and fidgets away, teasing with hopeful segments that are quickly done for.

Saginaw sifting through several processes at once is why his mood never appears as cut and dried as merely lonely or savouring isolation. With there being no barren spells of emptiness, flickers, squirms and tics in a smothered surround sound create a low-rent richness you feel you can lean on. Conversely, when fighting for sleep as temperature takes over, the lava lamp alongside starting to churn fiery colours, this is just the instrumentalism to go with it.

File under: Teebs, Sweatson Klank, Frank Omura